Naturally soured by farm valley winds blowing wild yeast into our oak casks. Finally, after a year and a half of patient coaxing Wisconsin dark malts whirl in a kaleidoscope of cedar, caramel and tart green plum exuberance. Available to the exclusive few who travel off the beaten paths, this is authentic Wisconsin sour brown ale. Truly unique this Sour Ale is brewed for those who live on the wild side and is suitable for laying down or consuming immediately, serve at 40 – 45 °F.

Another big thanks to Jeff for sharing this bottle. Any day filled with New Glarus is gonna be a good day. Time to crack open their "new" sour/wild ale. It pours out looking like four month old, weathered copper with good clarity and a musky, gray-tinted head that's only good for a few brief moments before it evaporates into thin air and leaves only a tiny ring behind.

Delicate, sour cherries are laid out in front of my nose on a dry oak platter. Tartness begins to hammer away at my nose hairs with ever-present notes of mild, lactic sourness and evenly dispersed vinous notes. A finishing touch of berries, cherry skins, acidic lemon, and funky oak completes the already elegant aromatic profile of what is seeming like it'll be another New Glarus hit.

Damn. How the hell do they do this? Sour green apples, sour cherry skins, sour grapes, faint lacto notes and a hint of lemon zest. You want some oak with that? No problem. Some stable, toasted malt backbone, too? You got it. Such a delicious and well constructed flavor profile; I've fallen in love and I haven't even walked her to the car yet.

One of the best things about this brew is its ability to rub out that sour hard-on you might have, while retaining superior drinkability by delicately playing footsies with the line of "too acidic, too sour" but never fully crossing over. The abundant vinous and oak notes help as well, and they are dominant in the finish with even a faint hint of vanilla.

Warmth will conjure up some previously evaded flavors, like mild all-spice, cinnamon, and a lighter touch of toffee malt. Ever-evolving from start to finish, keeping me interested the entire way without ever straying from the righteous path. Thin-medium bodied; slick and slippery on the palate, though the finish is quite dry. Good carbonation for a sour ale.

New Glarus continues to keep me happy, and when they come out with shit like this, it just blows my mind. How can a brewery create such a beautifully drinking sour ale that satisfies my tart cravings, remains sessionable like a pale ale, and is available in four-packs for around ten dollars? Why can't breweries who distribute to my area do this? (2,175 characters)

Recently bought bottle poured into an oversized snifter this brew has 2 fingers of a effervescent bubbly head that crackles. The head is mostly gone after drinking a few ounces. A bit hazy but quite clear when held to the light with a ruddy amber with burnt orange highlights. Wow this smells like a Belgian lambic. Lots of barnyard funk, tart green apples and some sweet caramel notes. Nice aroma. First sip is sour but not overpowering. Barnyard funk with sour apples and a slightly caramel malt sweet finish. As it warms some oaky quality emerges. Much more drinkable than the fresh fruit lambics from Cantillon as it isn't super sour. A nice sourness upfront that is balanced with a bit of sweetness in the finish. A bit more body than a fruit lambic with high but not extreme levels of carbonation. Impressive beer. For $2.50 for a 12 oz bottle you won't find a better sour anywhere. New Glarus has their sours down. Damn. (927 characters)

This is a fairly foul beer, through and through. The sharp aroma of oak is probably it's best quality, as there is also significant amounts of vomit and stinky, cheesy feet in the aroma. The flavor is largely undrinkable, as more of the vomit and stinky athlete's foot (sweat, sock, toe cheese) flavors are present as well. Yes, it's quite sour, so I guess that's a "good" thing, but the flavors are pretty awful. Drain poured my share. Perhaps this needs to still sit for some time. Granted, I've had worse beers. (529 characters)